Page 59 of His Secret Santa
Holden breathed faster as his panic mounted.
The cheerleader sauntered his way, shapely hips swaying beneath her tight dress. She ran her fingers down his cheek. “All he needs is a little hot chick action and he’ll be straight as an arrow.”
No…
“Go to it, baby.” Troy smiled coldly. “Convert the queer boy.” He nodded at Greg. “Keep watch.”
Greg went to the door and stood guard.
“Please…” Holden whispered shakily. “Just let me go. I-I won’t come around you guys ever again, I swear.”
Troy snorted. “You won’t cum around any guys when this sexy vixen is done with you.”
McKenna flashed a seductive smile and kissed Holden on the mouth—then went to her knees before him and unbuttoned his pants.
“No…” Holden choked and struggled against Troy’s grip. “Don’t.”
“Get over here,” Troy ordered Greg. “Help me hold him.”
Greg returned and grabbed Holden’s other arm as they pinned him in place.
“No.” Holden fought them but couldn’t get free. “Don’t do this—please!”
“Just take it easy, sweety,” McKenna cooed as she unzipped his pants. “You’ll be all better real soon.”
“Stop!” Holden cried when the cheerleader slipped her hand inside his pants.
“Mm.” Mckenna moaned. “Not bad, sweety. No way I’m gonna let you waste all this on some guy’s ass. This beauty was made for pounding pussy.”
Troy and Greg snickered.
“Hurry up,” Troy told her. “Suck the queer out of him before someone comes in.”
“Mm. I think I’m going to enjoy this.” She smiled darkly up at Holden. “And so will you, I guarantee it.”
Please, God… make them stop… make someone stop them.
• • •
When Lincoln returned from the punch table, McKenna was gone—along with Troy and Greg. “Where are they?” he asked Tonya.
Tonya shrugged. “Don’t know. They just wandered off.” She gave him a dry look. “Maybe they were sick of your dickishness.”
Lincoln didn’t waste his breath on the bitch and looked around the room. The place was packed. He didn’t see them anywhere. His focus darted to Holden’s little group. Holden wasn’t there. An odd feeling twinged his gut, causing a sense of unease.
He headed for Jamie and Abby, unable to shake the tension welling inside him. The two looked up, surprised to see him. “Where is Holden?” Lincoln asked.
Jamie frowned. “In the bathroom.” His frown deepened. “Why… is something wrong?”
Is something wrong? “I don’t know,” Lincoln mumbled and left them, forging a path through the crowd toward the restrooms. When he reached the Men’s room door, he realized Jamie was on his heels.
“What’s going on?” Jamie demanded.
“Maybe nothing,” Lincoln murmured. Please, God, let it be nothing.
It was something.
The scene he walked in on stunned his senses, paralyzing him.